ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY (APRIL,27TH,1944 / POCATELLO, IDAHO)
Antiquity Of Love
They sit together after supper, two forks, two plates -dishes cleared, put away. She, with her tiny spectacles perched a little crooked on her face - he, with his favorite pipe. Her withered hands lay peacefully in her lap…he reaches out, gently touching them - not speaking any words. No words needed between the two of them -having been together for so long.
Memorable words, touching phrases spoken ore' the years spent together as one. One heart-one mind. Not always a life of sunshine and roses, but devotions never ceased between these two old lovers, these two best friends.
They held on to one another through each new day, each new tomorrow- catching one another's gaze, uttering a graceful word now and then. Wrinkled faces beautifully bestow them now- yet to him…she's just as lovely as the day they wed-his lovely bride- his precious, sweet wife of so many years. A smile creeps across his lips in remembering their cherished wedding vows.
'Will you take this women to be your wife'? He did then, he still does now.
The words sweet and strong - like the fragrance of orchids… everlasting, forever long.
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